Running to the heart of a hurricane
The eye of the storm should keep us safe
And I hope to god it can
Hold on tight don't make a sound
Stand up straight this is holy ground
Nothing on earth can keep us down
We are free to become
Freedom fighters for a hopeless cause
Keepers of the key to a broken door
Captain's of the ocean on dry land
Oh what would I do with a gun in my hand
Sleeping next to a tape machine
White noise captured in our dreams
And in our hearts and in our lungs
And in our fear
Hold on tight don't make a sound
Stand up straight this is holy ground
Nothing on earth can keep us down
We are free to become
Bearers of the pain that has no cure
A prophecy that's been told a hundred times before
Saviours of this unholy land
Oh what would I do what would I do
Freedom fighters for a hopeless cause
Keepers of the key to a broken door
Captain's of the ocean on dry land
Oh what would I do with a gun in my hand